Just Being a Doll Wife
173. Awareness is Coming

Beyond all the romance of the other couple, there are two people who are trying to understand their feelings for each other. Find out, what they really want.

From the male side.

Ibram who wants to turn into a better husband, he even has plans to apologize to Erla. He wants to get Erla to knit again, their broken home. If the wedding was like a puzzle piece, she would hold Erla's hand and put it together. One by one, slowly, he will learn to be patient. And tonight he's going to start that new chapter.

But...

Deg. deg. it feels like the heat has gathered behind Ibram's head. Since the beginning of entering the room, there was something strange about Erla. The girl became even more quiet, obeying her words. No objection or resistance, not one bit. Ibram, who was covered in question marks, caught something else in Erla's face. Make his emotions back the prettiest.

Make-up, she wears make-up. Whereas for these few days, the girl had never worn makeup while in front of her. Because he only struggled with drawing designs or sewing clothes. Actually Ibram was also astonished by what Erla did, but because his wife looked happy with her new activities, then she let. It's also better because Erla just spends time at home.

And the thick makeup on Erla's face meant treason and disobedience, Erla left the house without her permission. She's not mad at the makeup, but she thinks Erla is wearing makeup because she's out of the house.

"You're out of the house without my permission?"

"No Brother..." Erla answered quickly, she had guessed, there was no way Brother Ibram would not see it.

Ibram is trying to maintain sanity.

Hold it, breathe. Why are you screaming again. Ibram is trying to control his emotions. However, the moment her hand touched Erla's chin, she could feel, a powdery stain moving onto her fingers. He lifted up and pointed his finger in front of Erla's nose.

"Then why are you wearing this thick makeup? Ah, dammit! I'm so upset but I can't be mad!" Although talking so but still explosive, making Erla confused, why with her husband. "Ehmm, answer correctly Erla, I beg you, I don't want to be mad at you! You get dressed and get out of the house? where have you been, and who have you met?" Ibram keeps his voice intonated to keep it soft.

"I just want to dress up, to look beautiful in front of Brother Ibram." Erla seemed to regret her words. For this reason it is too far-fetched, in the midst of their relationship situation that has not improved.

"Well.." After laughing, Ibram's face instantly turned cynical. "You're kidding me?"

Ah, dammit! Why holding back that anger is torturous like this si, I already want to explode. Hold, hold. If you get angry and fight again, then you will regret it. Tips that Ibram read on the internet was back milling in his head, a guide for him to take the next step. Ibram up and down breathing.

In the midst of a strange situation according to Erla, the girl realized that the usual Ibram might have pulled her hair or slapped her cheek. But this.

"Sister, is he saying Ibram's going to take a bath?" Erla diverts the conversation. He took a few steps back from Ibram. After putting on a change of clothes, he returned to his desk. Grabbing pen. Pretending not to care about the situation. Even though his hands seem to shake. Go to the bathroom, brother, please. His love is in his heart while bowing his head.

But as it turns out, Ibram's suspicions are not over.

"Remove your makeup!"

"Sister, why si, I also used to usually wear make-up right."

"But you never wear it when it's in my bed." Ibram replied quickly. "You want me to kiss that thick powder of yours."

"Then don't kiss me." Erla with quivering lips replied. He realized, his words could provoke anger. And it's true. Ibram hit his desk, grabbed the pen he was holding.

"You want me to take your makeup off?"

Erla's body instantly stiffened, she stood up. All the memories of the violence Ibram had committed on him instantly stimulated the pain in his body. He was afraid of being dragged to the bathroom, he did not want to be doused in cold water. The water will remove the make-up while leaving pain in her heart. Finally he with his head lowered, walked away from Ibram and went into the bathroom.

Goddamnit! She why the hell? make up things that piss me off. What do you want to hide from me!

Ibram stared at the bathroom door, there was no sound, only the gurgling of water that was also not very clear.

Degs...

Suddenly Ibram's face stiffened. Erla used to sometimes also wear thick makeup when out of the house. That was when, the bruises on his face turned blue due to his slaps and punches. To disguise the bruise when going outside, usually Erla covers it with makeup.

Degs..

Ibram got up from sitting down. His hand shook doubtfully, grabbing the bathroom door handle. For a few seconds he was silent, not yet daring to open the door.

But why! Goddamnit!

Ibram pushed the door violently, Erla gasped in shock, the sponge in her hand dropped. Soap foam still clumps on the part of his face.

"Sister Ibram?"

Erla palpated the water faucet, a burst of water washing away the cluster of foam on her face. Throw, the foam flowing between his legs towards the sinkhole. As his hands washed the water, and the foam had already disappeared, he could see Ibram standing with an angry look looking at him.

"Did your father hit you?"

Ibram's question instantly made Erla touch her cheek, the pain was still felt. Covering it is in vain. Never mind, murmured Erla. But, why do you even think this is because of my father?

"Worthy of all the freaks out there. Your servant, even your sister. Did something happen this afternoon?"

Erla shook her head, the girl grabbed the towel. Clean up the remaining water. Suddenly, his hands shook. Ibram had already touched both his arms with his hands. Shaking hard.

"Erlla!"

"Sister, sick."

Ibram's hand slipped slowly, now, Ibram's hand moved to Erla's chin. Forcing the girl to look him in the eye.

"Who hit you?"

"Here you go, brother, I'm fine."

Erla's reply made Ibram even more furious.

"If you won't answer, I'll ask your father and mother directly, and your sister as well. I'll hold them accountable. You're my wife, how dare they."

Erla's lips revealed a bitter smile. To him, Ibram's words sounded funny. Angered by the bruises on his face, he accused his father of being the main culprit. Why are you angry, brother? Is it because this bruise is not because of you. Funny once, again a bitter smile was born at the corner of Erla's lips, mocking Ibram's anger.

"It's nothing Brother, so there's no need to be that angry."

"It's nothing! Come here!" Ibram pulls Erla's arm, prompting Erla's body to stand in front of the glass. She showed a bruise that was now clearly visible, after Erla swept her face with water. "You're still saying, it's nothing."

Erla puts on a smile, then laughs.

"Why are you laughing?"

Erla's laughter is hardening.

"This morning, no more pain than I received from Brother Ibram kok, so I said, no, I can still hold it."

Erla's smile she showed for her own reflection in the glass mirror, Ibram's hand that had been clutching Erla's wrist shook, then loosened and slipped off. Erla was surprised, when she saw the shocked expression that appeared on Ibram's face.

Not anger, not offence, but regret. Huh! Brother Ibram is sorry, you must have misinterpreted Erla. The girl threw away her pradugas. Because it is impossible, Brother Ibram has that feeling of regret for him.

"Here you go, brother, I go out first. Brother please take a shower. I'm waiting outside."

Erla was scared too, because of Ibram's silent reaction. The girl rushed out of the bathroom. Leaving Ibram alone, with a raging feeling.

The man stared at the nanar, his own reflection inside the mirror.

Seriate